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My Little Stoner
Dec. 29th, 2023 07:49 pmSo, my Maggie is currently sitting, in the box with the heating pad beside the computer monitor, with the most beautiful sleepy stoner expression ever. It's like she's been in a big pile of catnip.
I picked up my mail today, and in it was a fancy desk calendar in a envelope from the Real Estate Agent who helped Mom and Dad sell their house and buy their townhouse, and incidentally helped Lorne and I buy our modest mobile home.
Maggie insisted it was the best thing she had smelt in a bazillion years, and kept at it so much that I opened it and put all the pieces (calendar, letter, envelope) in the box. She spent the next 20 minutes whuffling and snuffling, and rolling around fetchingly with her paws in the air with that adorable bent flop. When I started this post, she was making a loaf on top of all the pieces, and gazing blissfully around through slit eyes. She is now conked out on her side, with her head on the calendar.
I picked up my mail today, and in it was a fancy desk calendar in a envelope from the Real Estate Agent who helped Mom and Dad sell their house and buy their townhouse, and incidentally helped Lorne and I buy our modest mobile home.
Maggie insisted it was the best thing she had smelt in a bazillion years, and kept at it so much that I opened it and put all the pieces (calendar, letter, envelope) in the box. She spent the next 20 minutes whuffling and snuffling, and rolling around fetchingly with her paws in the air with that adorable bent flop. When I started this post, she was making a loaf on top of all the pieces, and gazing blissfully around through slit eyes. She is now conked out on her side, with her head on the calendar.
